Dante Colle’s tattooed arms grip Adrian Hart’s waist as he pins him against the counter, their mouths locked in a deep, open-mouthed kiss that leaves Hart’s breath ragged. The sleeveless shirt rides up, exposing Dante’s chest, while Adrian’s white tank top clings to his sweat-slicked skin as he arches into the kiss, fingers tangling in Dante’s dark hair. Their bodies press together, hard and unyielding, the only sound the wet slap of lips and the rough exhale of men who don’t need words.
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